in the ward.

The patient, Mr. Pascowitz, lay there, his eyes lost.

His wife sat and knitted a sweater.

"Mr. Pascovitz, the X-rays have come out, and you have a large mass of foreign body in your stomach and intestines, which cannot be expelled with urination now. ”

Adam holds an X-ray and describes his condition.

"Oh, that's great. ”

The patient's wife, knitting a sweater, complained, "Doctor, can you reach into his buttocks and pull it out directly?"

"Baby, please!"

The patient immediately cried out in dissatisfaction.

"No, I can't. ”

The corners of Adam's mouth twitched, and he kept a professional smile: "Such a large mass of foreign bodies, clogged there, must be surgically removed from them, now there is a question, Mr. Pascovitz, can you tell me, what exactly did you eat?"

"Rubbish, absolutely rubbish!"

The patient glanced at Adam and said vaguely.

"Can you make that clear?"

Adam glanced at the patient's wife: "We need to know the situation in advance so that we can better prepare." ”

"Tell him what you've eaten, Moore. ”

Seeing that her husband was still reluctant to speak, the patient's wife held back a smile and said, "Doctor, a reminder, he is a writer and has suffered a lot for his works. ”

"Kavin?"

Adam nodded, "It was really painful. ”

"You know what it's like to be a Calvin, too?"

The patient looked skeptical.

"Of course. ”

Adam said with a smile: "The kind of despair that can't write a word, the more you write, the slower it gets, the brain is like eight-treasure porridge, grunting, confused, every time you write a sentence, your temples will jump wildly, and the back of your head will be clouded, and you can't use any strength to cry, you can't cry if you want to, and there is nowhere to escape when disaster comes." ”

"Whew!"

The patient slapped the bed and exclaimed, "That's how it feels! You know that! That's a great description!"

This Kaven feeling, though not written by Adam.

But when Adam had just come into contact with online writing in his life, and fell asleep at night with the outside of martial arts, when he heard Lu Xiucai say this passage again, he felt that this was simply talking about Adam's heart.

Adam was not the material for writing essays at all, but he loved it very much, but after more than that, it was difficult to find a book that suited his heart.

That's when I came up with the idea of writing myself.

Emotions were high at first.

Obviously, I am the one of a kind.

Like mortals, becoming a god in a book is not a dream.

But when he sat in front of the computer and couldn't get a word code out, he was instantly smacked hard.

Obviously, I'm not.

This is the end of the first attempt.

And then there's a period of rekindling thoughts, giving up, and rekindling thoughts again.

It lasted for several years, and finally barely got started.

Officially start writing.

During this period, Carvin was a regular thing.

Lu Xiucai's words are the true voice of the screenwriter, so it not only resonated with Yaxian in the first life, but also made the gringos stunned.

Without him!

It's too real and cruel.

One sentence breaks through the bitterness of the author.

"Of course we Dr. Duncan do. ”

Carter, who was standing behind Adam, couldn't help but say, "He's not just a doctor, he's a well-known writer." ”

"Writer, Duncan ......"

The patient was stunned for a moment, looked at Adam, and suddenly realized: "You are the writer of the Lord of Mysteries, Adam Duncan!"

"Yes. ”

Adam smiled and nodded, "Can you tell me now, what exactly did you eat?"

"He ate his. ”

The patient's wife, who was knitting a sweater, finally couldn't help but say it.

"What?"

Carter was dumbfounded.

"I ate every page of what I wrote, a whole book, that pile of rubbish!"

The patient shouted.

"I've seen all the drafts, and they're not as bad as you think. ”

The patient's wife complained: "If you hadn't eaten it all, maybe you could let this excellent fellow doctor see it, maybe the ending wouldn't be as embarrassing as it is now." ”

“......”

The patient is stagnant.

Apparently he had this in mind as well.

If a famous writer is taken care of and recommended, then he may really become famous in one fell swoop.

It's a pity that it's too late now.

"That's rotten!"

The patient exclaimed in annoyance.

"It's been three years. ”

The patient's wife mocked, "I listened to your anger and complaints just to see you eat it at the end?"

"Three years?"

Adam was surprised: "Write a book?, Mr. Pascovitz, have you considered changing jobs, and writing while you work, maybe it would be more inspiring?"

"I'm a writer!"

The patient was emotional: "I don't need a backup plan!"

"Okay. ”

Adam shrugged his shoulders and didn't persuade him again.

I wrote a book in three years, but in the end, not only did it not publish it, but I ate it all in my stomach and went to the hospital for expensive surgery.

This input-output ratio is a proper power generation for love.

Emmm。

Adam was also a little angry for a while.

Such a person even has a wife......

Think about so many part-time writers who generated electricity for love in their previous lives, busy with heavy work during the day, and staying up late at night to write, risking sudden death and earning a little hard-earned code money.

A lot of people are out of nothing to generate electricity for love.

Even some full-time online writers who make money are discriminated against in the blind date market.

How can this Mr. Pascovidz, who can't write a book in three years, still has his wife to accompany him?

What a gap!

Sure enough, the online writers in the previous life were the most hard-working!

Comparisons are odious!

"Mr. Pascovitz, we have booked an operating room for you, ...... in an hour"

Adam was talking about the operation when his eyes suddenly froze.

"What's wrong, doctor?"

The patient's wife, who still loves her husband, immediately became nervous.

"He's sweating. ”

Adam's mind flashed through the myriad causes of his illness and he asked, "How much paper did you eat?"

"Many, much more!"

The patient's wife said.

"Carter, draw Mr. Pascowitz's blood and send it to the toxicology lab for testing. ”

Adam commanded.

"Yes, doctor. ”

Carter hurriedly stepped forward and took blood for a sample.

"Doctor, what the hell is going on?"

The patient's wife was worried.

"I suspect that Mr. Pascovitz has been poisoned. ”

Adam explains: "When paper is printed, there are harmful substances, such as lead, mercury and other heavy metals, once over-enriched in the human body, it can cause heavy metal poisoning, and Mr. Pascovitz swallows a lot of paper, so the possibility of poisoning will be greatly increased." ”

"You hear me!"

The patient's wife was distressed and complained: "Damn, even if it's all garbage, you can't just burn it, you have to eat it all, do you want to be a garbage can?"

"I want to put it behind me completely and start over with a new book!"

The patient's face turned pale and he was sweating profusely, and he shouted, "Swallowing it is a necessary ritual!"

Adam shook his head.

Soon, Carter came over with the inspection report.

"It's mercury poisoning. ”

"Give him injections of anti-leukocytes. ”

Adam instructed the nurse.

This is the standard treatment for mercury poisoning and can absorb mercury from the patient's body.